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By: Franz Kafka

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armor-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches

By: Marco Polo, Hugh Murray

By: Joseph Conrad

Excerpt: The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor with-out a flutter of the sails, and was at rest. The flood had made, the wind was nearly calm, and being bound down the river, the only thing for it was to come to and wait for the turn of the tide.

By: William Shakespeare

By: George Orwell

Excerpt: Chapter One. It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him.

By: Mark Twain

Description: *NOTE: It takes the light of the nearest star (61 Cygni) three and a half years to come to the earth, traveling at the rate of 186,000 miles per second. Arcturus had been shining 200 years before it was visible from the earth. Remoter stars gradually became visible after thousands and thousands of years. -- The Editor [M. T.] [Return to Reference]
*NOTE: In the Sandwich Islands in 1866 a buxom royal princess died. Occupying a place of distinguished honor at...

By: Fraser, John Foster, Sir 1868-1936

By: Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Excerpt: I. THE FACE IN THE TARGET Harold March, the rising reviewer and social critic, was walking vigorously across a great tableland of moors and commons, the horizon of which was fringed with the far?off woods of the famous estate of Torwood Park. He was a good?looking young man in tweeds, with very pale curly hair and pale clear eyes. Walking in wind and sun in the very landscape of liberty, he was still young enough to remember his politics and not merely try to fo...

By: Sir Henry M. Stanley

On the sixteenth day of October, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and sixty-nine, I was in Madrid, fresh from the carnage at Valencia. At 10 A.M. Jacopo, at No. -- Calle de la Cruz, handed me a telegram: It read, Come to Paris on important business. The telegram was from Mr. James Gordon Bennett, jun., the young manager of the `New York Herald.' Down came my pictures from the walls of my apartments on the second floor; into my trunks went my books and s...